My Pity Party

By: Fink Holloway

December 12, 1993

When I have a birthday party
It usually is quite grand.
It's filled with fun, and food, and games,
And lots of things I've planned.

There are guests, and gifts
All wrapped and new.
There's a cake with lighted candles
And singing too!

But when I have a pity party
It isn't very grand.
I don't invite a bunch of guests.
I usually isn't planned.

But even though I do not send
Any invitations out
The Sovereign Lord is with me
While I pity and I pout.

He is there to hold me when I hurt.
He weeps with me when I weep.
He feels the depth of my heartache,
And listens when I speak.

"Why did you let this happen God?
I wish this wasn't so.
I wish this had not changed my life.
I don't like it this way, you know."

He lets me say what's on my heart.
He says he understands.
He tells me there is a purpose
This is part of his great plan.

"But it doesn't make sense!"
I strongly declare.
"This isn't comfortable,
And it just doesn't seem fair."

I cry and I sob.
I sob and I cry.
I tell God, "This hurts!
And I still don't see why."

My party guest senses
There's nothing more he need say.
I'm not ready to listen
On my pity party day.

So He reaches out his hand
Gives my hand a tender touch.
The warmth of his hand says,
"I love you so much."

And then for some reason
(I do not know why)
I stop and look at his hand.
I LOOK AT HIS HAND!!
Oh, my! Oh, my!

When I see his hand,
His scarred nail-pierced hand,
I see something there
That the sovereign Lord planned.

The hole in his hand
Brings new hope to my heart.
It helps me see something
God saw from the start.

God uses events
That don't seem to make sense.
God uses events
That are not even fair.

God uses upheaval
And storms in this life.
God uses pain, and death
With all of its despair.

When everything seems terrible,
Life has gone into a rage,
God is not out of control.
He is just setting up the stage.

The scene showing Christ
In his resurrection glory
Comes after the cross.
Death is just one part of the story.

My pity party is over and
I turn to thank my guest.
"I like the presents that you brought:
The love, and peace, and rest."

But most of all I am thankful for
The sweet touch of my guest.
It showed me I can still trust God.
His sovereign ways are best.

Now when you have a pity party
Don't forget about your guest.
The Sovereign Lord is with you
As you go through every test.

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Pity Party
Copyright 1993: Shirley Finkenbinder Holloway
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